Giuseppe, do you think there’s a reason why we’re here?
You mean, like, on this table? We sit here every morning…
No, stupid, a reason why we’re…like, on this planet, maybe in this country or here, in this house, with Mama Bernadette?
Where else would we be?
Well, there are cats everywhere. We could be somewhere else instead of here.
We’ve never been anywhere else.* What would make you think we could be anywhere else? We’re like a part of here.
No, Mama Mimi was somewhere else before, and she was there, she was a part of that place, until she came here.
And she was somewhere even before that, a few somewheres—those people took her from the big building she told us about with all the other cats—and dogs and rabbits and other things—and before that she was in a house with some people with her mama.
So why is she here now, and why didn’t we move around like she did?
Jelly Bean, I don’t understand.
Don’t you think about these things?
No, we’re here, why worry?
Do you remember Fromage?
Sure, I remember our little foster sister.
She was lost and all alone. How did that happen? And how did she get to be here?
Mama Bernadette’s friend the tall lady brought her one morning, and then she came and took her away after we taught her how to be a cat. I think that’s where she lives now. There’s no mystery about that. We saw it all happen.
Imagine what life would be like if we were out there [gesturing out the window behind them] somewhere like Fromage. How would we get to where we are supposed to be?
Well, Jelly Bean, I wonder sometimes why I’m here and Mlle. is in Verona if we’re supposed to be together.
See? I’m trying to put it all together, and I just can’t figure out why we’re here.
Boys, what are you up to? You look like you’re hatching a sort of a plan, or you’re in some deep metaphysical discussion…
Do you suppose Mama Bernadette thinks about these things?
I’m sure she does. I think I need a nap.
*Actually, they were in “the other house” for their first three days, they just don’t remember. I didn’t want to try to explain.
A few other posts showing the boys at their stuff on the table in the morning:
And other cat conversations…sometimes with me, sometimes with each other.
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